Ares tossed Strife down on his back on the stone surface, his crotch level with my face. The lithe little godling was getting hard again, I saw, as Ares grabbed my hips and lifted me onto my hands and knees above him. The dark god bent to whisper in my ear.

"Hope you're feeling a little more…limber." Fuck! Just the warmth of his breath on my neck was enough to send hot and cold shivers through me…of course, the fact that Strife was sucking and nibbling at my clit didn't hurt! Ares was walking slowly around me, trailing a fingertip down my spine. I turned to look…

*Whack*! Strife's dick hit me in the side of the face. Well, while I was down there… His prick was about as long as Ares', but a lot skinnier. I grinned confidently, grabbing the base and swirling my tongue around the head. I could taste myself on him, as well as his own juices. Ares gripped my ass, sliding his thumbs along my slick, wet labia. Mmmmm… I wriggled my head a little as I pushed my mouth down the length of Strife's cock., not stopping `'til my lips brushed my hand. He moaned, his tongue slithering liquidly around my clit.

Without any further preliminaries, Ares buried himself in me in a single, forceful thrust. Damn! I would have cried out, but my mouth was full of Strife. For an interminable moment, Ares was still.

Then, he was slamming me, fucking me harder than I could ever remember having been fucked. Damn, he was BIG! He pounded his cock into me in a deep, steady rhythm. Strife was still flicking his tongue across my clit… the angle must have been a bit awkward, but shit, it felt GREAT! I was trembling all over. Ares gripped my hipbones like handles, battering against me hard enough that my head was bobbing up and down on Strife's dick from the sheer percussion of it. I was coming, coming, I couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't do anything but hang there and get fucked. It seemed to last forever, and it was over way too soon. Ares and Strife seemed to erupt inside me at the same instant. I swear, I could feel their cum mingling inside me!

When Ares let go of my hips, I slid ungracefully down into a boneless sprawl. I barely noticed Strife wiggling out from under me. I didn't want to move, didn't want do anything but lie there grinning like an idiot.

Ares ran a casually possessive hand up my leg. Pants slithered into being around me. I glanced down. Hmph. Snug, black, glove-leather, sides open and laced up. He slid his hand up my side, and a billowy black silk (YES I know what silk looks like. Yes, it's because I stole some once. So? I got a good price for the shit, too.) shirt engulfed me. I felt something tight around my waist. I sat up to see. It was some kind of corsetty wide belt thing, laced up the front, made from leather just slightly thicker and stiffer than the pants.

"Nice… not exactly my style, but nice." I glanced up. Strife and Ares were dressed again, too.

Ares' eyes glinted. "It's your style as long as I say it is." Something in his hand caught the light. That blasted medallion? He held it up by its loop of chain, dropped it over my head. "Don't forget, you still owe me." He kissed me, surprisingly gently, on my forehead.

Strife leaned in. "Guess I'll just tickle you into shrieking incontinence some other time," he whispered in my ear. I turned to shoot him my patented Evil Glare…

…only to realize that I was alone in the rapidly fading light of the one oil lamp.

Well, shit. I figured I'd better hightail it out of Bomipholis before anyone found the dead guy. When I hopped off of the altar, I noticed that Ares had even remembered to conjure be up some boots. They were incredibly comfortable, the way most boots should be but aren't.

Outside, there was just enough moonlight for me to make out my way out of town. On my way, I tried to lift the medallion off, to get a better look at it. The damn thing wouldn't fit off over my head, even thought it had gone on that way, and it seemed to hang plenty loose when I let it fall. I hunted for a clasp. Nope. Well, damn. Guess I'd gotten religion.